Death's Backdoor

Dedicated to my dear friend RIP x

We hide away in safe little alcoves

     hoping that no one will see

the shame imprinted in blood

   soul screaming out in affliction

heartbeats skip in shades of braille

   washed away by tides of grief

tucked in lace hankies of apprehension

   inklings of grey conceptions leak

spun dry in the machine made by man

markings can't be erased in a cycle

  for a legacy of lies, darkened by secrets

scars run deeper than earthy crust

   dark moons passed over in the light

    truth obstructed at death's backdoor

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kristin Lee]

I love this one. It is so tragically beautiful. The pain is seering. That place where we hide on the brink of madness to cover our shame from those we love...to call it deaths back door...very creative, and very true. It's almost as if death beckons to us in those moments of wekness. Those moments of human vulnerability. And this song that you've chosen is so haunting! I absoutely love it. It's going into my stock pile of writing music. Truly gave me goose bumps. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Brink of madness, so apropos right about now, thanks for your words here Kristin, muchly appreciated.

[Ohhhwillow]

I instantly regret my absence from this site when I stumble upon your humble writes Frieda. How I've missed your tenderness. "Heartbeats skip in shades of Braille" .. HOW DID YOU THINK OF THIS?! SERIOUSLY?! Your friend would be honoured. There are no words to perfectly convey the drawing of a hearts muses, but if there were any, these they would be. Loss is sometimes overwhelming, but through your beautiful talents you dwell gracefully on loving memory. This is sublime. Amazing work my friend

[Frieda P]

Truly humbled by your words here Willow, much appreciate the sentiments, always a pleasure having you on my page dear friend.

[Shivam Murari]

A really nice piece to read. The background sound you embedded only made is glisten more. Bittersweet.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Shivam, appreciate your visit and review.

[Shivam Murari]

:)

[Leslie Philibert]

a poem full of drama and emotion that packs a punch. I especially like shades of braille, a viral expression that you carry with you after reading...

[Frieda P]

Thank you kindly for your visit and review Leslie.

[KeeD]

One of my favorite songs, i'm so surprised you know of this band. You always amaze me and surprise me.
I'm so sorry for your friend, this poem for me was filled with pain and that emotion of hiding my whole life in a land full of chauvinistic men and cynical women, not really living at all. Maybe deaths door can set me free.. free to be me

[Frieda P]

Wow, didn't think I could still surprise you, well done, me....thanks dear Kee.

[Sheila Kline]

When one must enter death through the back door, the front door is left ajar as winds questioning the whys and hows of it blow ever strong enough to keep those who are survivors to feel the sting of it, to stop and wipe the tears away with the questions that shall remain unanswered.
It seems unfair, but it often happens as this.
A touching tribute my friend!!

[Frieda P]

I know you understand the injustice of this dear Sheila, thank you kindly for your sweet words.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very dark and foreboding... sent a chill down my spine, I mean that in a very good way.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Dale, always appreciate your thoughts.

[Debbie_Philly]

I so love your words here... captivating... so descriptive and well written... love it !!

[Frieda P]

Thank you Debbie.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Tragically beautiful indeed. I'm fascinated by many of the images that you used in this one, because they played so well with the almost silent pain that was infused in each line. Love has become something to fear for many of us...we love in secret and the wake of our greif is often all that can be seen. I love the way that you humanized the honesty and emotion in this one. Well done, but deeply sad.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Friday, always appreciate your insightful thoughts on my page.

[Astro]

That last line prods me with thoughts of 'Death's Backdoor' as somewhere where the slaves enter into the afterlife. Slaves to their addictions and afflictions, unlike those who are honest with themselves and have nothing to hide that meet death smiling through the gates. Excellent imagery to convey bereavement and all the emotions that it creates in us.

[Frieda P]

Interesting that it took you there Astro, muchly appreciate your take on this one, thanks so much.

[Astro]

You're very welcome, a fine write.

[Barbara Walker]

...spun dry in the machine made BY man...little typo there. Heartbeats skips in shades of braille-love that line!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Barbara, and that's what it feels like, fixed that typo, thanks for the heads up.